Often The One Scoped
He who scopes upon another,
With wishes to take away, claim and fake...
Is often the one scoped,
With an acknowledgement of his true deeds.
And is one known to be a faker.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fake Out In Buenos Aires
Fake out
Fake in
Fake it to me
What is fake?
Fake t.v.
Land of a thousand fake outs
Fake worse than death
In buenos aires
In buenos aires
Fake out
Fake in
Fakers delight
Fake your claim
Fake around the clock
Winner fake all
Three fakes, youre out
In buenos aires
In buenos aires
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Faker
Can you come take this back...
This sadness that you wrapped.
And kept in a sack,
That seeps out this madness.
Can you give up on a hate...
You made from your mistakes.
Prefabricated to induce
A 'paradise' based on a fluke.
On lies you had us both go through!
You're a faker!
Heartbreaker...
Of the fools you make!
Faker!
Such a sick...
Degenerate!
Faker!
I want to leave you with this,
'See my balled fist?
I want to give you some of it! '
You're a faker!
Heartbreaker...
Of the fools you make!
Faker!
Such a sick...
Degenerate!
Faker!
I want to leave you with this,
'See my balled fist?
I want to give you some of it! '
Faker!
Can you come take this back.
Faker!
This sadness that you wrapped.
Faker!
I want to leave you with this,
'See my balled fist?
I want to give you some of it! '
You're a faker!
Can you give up on a hate?
Heartbreaker.
Of the fools like me you make!
Faker!
I want to leave you with this,
'See my balled fist?
I want to give you much of it! '
Can you come take this back...
This sadness that you wrapped,
And kept in a sack!
That seeps out this madness.
Faker!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Counterfeit Faker
Call out the undertaker
Call out the police
Counterfeit faker
Is coming after me
Yes, I loved him like my brother
I loved him ambiguously
Theres no way to measure the damage he has done
Counterfeit faker
Carries a grudge
Nervous, I walk through windows
I walk through a plate glass door
Silent, his presence mocks me
And draws me on some more
Counterfeit faker
The damage has been done
The damage has been done
The damage has been done
Counterfeit faker
Bring him on
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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You've Made Your Bed
You've made your bed, now go ahead and lie in it,
And I don't care if you changed the sheets,
For no linen can conceal your lying,
It's all about your destructive deeds.
It matters not - the one who sleeps beside you -
For in your linen there've been many more -
With no conscience or remorse to guide you -
You acted like it's nothing to deplore.
And I don't need your childish accusations
Or all the things you claim were done to you,
For there is no real justification
For treating others in the way you do.
So go on, put on your smile and makeup
And tell some others how great they are,
For you've always been a lovely faker,
While leaving others with long-lasting scars.
April 10,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Cushions
When my leaders
Sit in the assembly halls,
For legislation,
With fake brains, fake thoughts,
Fake eyes, fake looks,
Fake existence, fake appearance,
Fake education, fake degrees,
They seem to me
Fake, fake beings,
As if
Some one has placed cushions,
On the sofas and chairs;
Cushions stuffed
With rags of worn out jeans
Or old pieces of sacks
Made of jute.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Best Gift?
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact...
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors...
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence...
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solicitation of Empathy
Those who remind others,
Who does what to them and when...
Are just as wicked as those they claim,
Cause them pain.
Or miseries no one sees a doer of such deeds,
Begin.
With perhaps much more embellishment.
And a solicitation of empathy to gain.
Finding it not so easy to inflict upon a 'picked' culprit,
What one wishes to have done and sustain.
An overacting of facts is what remains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If God Is Real
What religion is God does anyone know,
We worship so many as they all come and go,
New ones will appear every other day,
Are they right or wrong who is to say.
We have Christians and Muslims, Jehovah's and Jews,
Buddhists and Mormons there's Sikhs and Hindus,
There are thousands of others too numerous to mention,
What is it Gods have that attracts our attention.
Every religion will try to lay claim,
Their God is supreme, while the others are lame,
When they war with each other for each person they kill,
Be it sister or brother they'll claim it's Gods will.
How can they say this are these Gods raving mad,
To create mayhem and murder is really quite sad,
Genocide is something no God would allow,
Peace and forgiveness is what the Lord would endow.
The fact of the matter is are any of us right,
We really don't know as our God's out of sight,
Do they have a gender are they female or male,
Will we ever discover that Holy Grail.
What colour are these Gods who have us under their spell,
We all claim he / she's ours yet none of us can tell,
As God's never been seen how can we be sure,
Ours is the right one which one is pure.
We won't get to meet until the day we die,
Only then will we know if God's truth or a lie,
Faith from within is what will keep us strong,
If we stay honest and true we won't go far wrong.
Religion to some is their reason for living,
To abuse that trust is so unforgiving,
Gods don't need money so where does it go,
Funding lavish lifestyles for those in the know.
To some Gods an industry, money comes easy,
Using this to make cash is really quite queasy,
But the day will come when they'll meet their maker,
Their God will distinguish the real from the faker.
The problem with humans is where there's money to be made,
They'll use any avenue they don't care who's betrayed.
If you've abused Gods trust there will be no appeal,
When you expire you'll find out,
‘' If God Is Real ‘'
Some Stories
some stories
about ourselves
are also the stories of
themselves
and then we write
these stories and
pretend that these are
but some short stories
from our mind
now in different names
and places
we read them and then
we wish that some of
these short stories
are not true at all
sometimes for those
we want to be
we want to believe
them to be true
wishes and hopes and
regrets, what if? what if i
chose that rather than this?
we poets write about pain
and joys and we tell sometimes
that we only fake them
deep inside we are silent
we prefer just to be left alone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wonder Atop the Dunes
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall.
When the air is thick,
And hot with sticky humidity?
Will my Autumn wishes,
Be of those you select and pick?
I like to sit atop the dunes,
At Cape Cod and Padre Island.
I am closer to my thoughts.
When the seagulls and waves,
Exchange as nature wishes.
With sounds that attract,
My need to be distracted.
Then I make eye contact with it.
Pulling me in like a magnet!
And I see you...
This attractive distraction.
Relaxing to instigate,
My delusions of being laid...
On Labor Day.
And throughout the festivities of the holidays.
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall.
When the air is thick,
And hot with sticky humidity.
Will my Autumn wishes,
Be of those you select and pick?
And we discover a great happiness.
Will we be sharing Thanksgiving?
Or comfortable enough to be sitting...
Under the Christmas Tree butt naked.
And exchanging gifts with kisses?
To sweat if we let it get done.
Near the grate of the fireplace.
To quietly lay to hear 'carols' we hum.
I like to sit atop the dunes,
At Cape Cod and Padre Island.
I am closer to my thoughts.
When the seagulls and waves,
Exchange as nature wishes.
With sounds that attract,
My need to be distracted.
And I am...
When I think of how we met.
And I am...
Full of regret,
I did not extend to you an invitation.
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall...
Again?
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall...
Again?
But,
When again?
I wonder atop the dunes.
When will this move I make?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I be perceived as a faker?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I share this escape?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Could mistakes be made to make up?
I wonder atop the dunes.
When will this move I make?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I be perceived as a faker?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I share this escape?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Could mistakes be made to make up?
I wonder atop the dunes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These 'Paying The Consequences' Days Being Paid
They are all over the place.
There is no escaping from them.
Acknowledging their presence...
Is all that it takes.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.
They are...
All over the place!
Deceivers, heartbreakers...
And conflict makers.
Backstabbers igniting,
Divisions with infighting.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.
Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.
Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.
Hasn't the rise of ignoring disrespect,
And the lack of discipline...
Taught anyone 'anything',
About what ignoring 'something' begins?
I bet many are learning...
What paying the consequences means for them.
These 'paying the consequences' days being paid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Youre A Heartbreaker
(words & music by j. sallee)
Youre a heartbreaker,
Youre a love faker,
A heartbreaker playing with fire.
Youre a tear snatcher,
Youre a quarrel patcher,
But you cant break my heart anymore,
For I just found someone else whos sure to take your place.
Someone I can always trust and to fill this empty space.
Youre a heartbreaker,
Youre a love faker,
But you cant break my heart anymore.
Youre a smooth talker,
Youre a real cool walker,
But now you have talked out of turn.
Youre a high stepper,
Youre a eye-catcher,
But you wont catch my glances anymore.
For I just found someone else whos sure to take your place,
Someone I can always trust and to fill this empty space.
Youre a heartbreaker
Youre a love faker,
But you cant break my heart anymore.
Youre a heart breaker
Youre a love faker,
A heartbreaker playing with fire.
Youre a tear snatcher,
Youre a quarrel patcher,
But you cant break my heart anymore.
For Ive just found someone else whos sure to take your place.
Someone I can always trust and to fill this empty space.
Youre a heartbreaker,
Youre a love faker,
But you cant break my heart anymore.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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This is me,
In a photograph,
The same number of
Senses as you have,
Look at me
With your eyes,
Touch me
& hear me
do not use
your heart yet
this is me again
she tells you
philanderer
lying bastard
unfaithful
you will listen
and you too will speak
about me
touch, retouch,
view, review,
impressions of me
beyond the photograph
what you believe
from what I am
how you perceive
some slides
of me
presented to you
this is me
this is not me
there will be
doubts
and I will die
laughing in
my forest dream
with your dwarfs
but soon
I will stop
What am
I and what I am
Not, what is
True from
What is fake
Finally when
I find
What true
Love is and
What it can
Really do
With my own
Dwarfs now
In my own
Dreams in
My own time
Even without
Your wishes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Wishes Would Be Limited
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.
You provide an insight,
That enlightens.
And brings a brightness to my heart.
You may not be aware of this.
You may even dismiss it!
If I should address or mention it!
Yet...
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.
I may not be on your mind at all.
And that is not a request,
I sit with in wishes.
However you do it...
And by the way you get that done,
Has a quality.
And for me from you...
That is all I need!
You 'are' who you are.
And that alone feeds me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Breath You Take
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I keep crying baby please
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
song performed by by Sting
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It Is All About One's Lifestyle
More people can be happier,
When they decide and choose to be.
And will not become afraid,
Or dazed in times like these...
That come to chase away a patience,
One has earned and wishes to keep.
But it is all about one's lifestyle.
And the witnessing of miracles,
One of faith has seen life bring.
And what it takes to quicken a smile.
With an acknowledgement of what this means.
To the one holding on to realize,
The magic of life...
And the consistency of fresh and new dreams.
It is all about one's lifestyle.
One of faith has seen life bring.
With an acknowledgement of what this means.
To the one holding on to realize,
The magic of life...
And the consistency of fresh and new dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Made Me Just Another Stepping Stone
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
What are you trying to conquer?
Do you see the pearly gates laying beneath all that money?
Why cant you do what you love?
Is it really asking to much?
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
Is this something I'm suppose to condone.
No I won't.
No please don't.
Your starting to cry.
I can see the tears in your eyes.
This is the hardest goodbye I will ever know.
And all you can say is so, so, so what get f*cked.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
I'm sorry but that's all gone.
The manipulation has become extremely aggravating.
No more deviations from the here and now.
I don't need the why.
For greed is the credence for it all.
Yet you still explain away.
Like I will again be the sucker of the day.
You seem vexed.
Its not that complex.
I just don't give a sh*t.
Not no more.
Not like before.
I cant believe in illusions so fake that if I touch them they might just break.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
The seeds have been sewn.
The bait has been set. In this trap I wonder who you will get.
Will you ever love and regret.
In your eyes we met.
It was a flirtatious bet.
Words were said.
Somehow we ended up in together.
You said forever as you were trying to use me till I had nothing left.
But I knew, and I told you it just doesn't work that way.
Listen to the words I say.
You claim to be all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
Just another stepping stone.
So be alone and ask nothing more of me.
Please don't lie and say you loved me.
Antagonistic and unrealistic.
You claim to be all alone, all alone.
You made me just another stepping stone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Every Breath You Take
Every breath you take
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Ill be watching you
O cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Since youve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but its you I cant replace
(*) I fell so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby please
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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To Sacrifice
If you know what it is like to sacrifice,
With the rewards of the benefits to you received...
Why do you vocalize the doing of it with such contempt?
Are you seeking more of the acknowledgement?
And the sacrificing you claim to do,
Has yet to be noticed by others?
What is it that you sacrifice?
False pride, your self centered ego or both?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Devil Man And The Humanity
The door of wisdom slightly opened is much better than the widely opened fake world's gate.
And I never imagine to survive happily there
Where things only can be seen with eyes Never can be touched with hands
Never can be felt by hearts
Because they are the deeds of devil man who is pictured out as a man
With his fake deeds some of us somehow may be convicted
Because of his deed's has fake brightness which our eyes will love to watch
He sings songs who's words can't be heard
But its music is so loud can make souls dance upon fires
Without being conscious what the meaning of song words are
They will be tempted with charm of devils crowd
While the devil man celebrates the glory of winnings
Upon dead bodies of innocence people devil man dances proudly somehow
But as well as our pities survive within our hearts
And we have the mercy of God's love inside hearts
Nothing can make us fall apart so far
We all are one
As long as we hold each other hand so tight
As long as we do love and care for our fellow men
The light of love will always glitter there white and bright for protecting all the humanity from devil man!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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